Page 29 of Destined Predator
“See how well you follow directions. And I gotta say, you’re doing great so far. First, let’s have you completely bare. Good,” he commented, when Rhett slipped his boxers off. “Now, all you have to do is tell me what feels good…and what feels better. Okay?”
Rhett nodded, even though he didn’t fully understand. He did a second later when a feathery touch, almost a tickle, stroked one ankle. His foot twitched and he felt, rather than heard, Casey’s soft laugh.
“Maybe you like this better…”
He did like the touch, like fingertips, that trailed up the inside of his leg, especially when it tiptoed up the inside of his thigh, then sneaked along the crease of his hip.
“This what you like? Or there’s someplace else you want me to touch you more?” Casey’s rough, deep voice asked, right in his ear. “Tellme.”
Rhett shivered at the nip to his ear that accompanied Casey’s command. “My balls.” It wasn’t easy for him to voice his needs, as Casey clearly knew, and seemed determined to change. Rhett would gladly request away, if it would take the edge off the arousal he was riding. He’d felt lightheaded earlier, but he was gasping for breath now.
“I didn’t catch that.” Casey’s words scratched torment into Rhett’s soul.
“Please, play with my goddamn balls!”
“Good boy. That’s better. Except for the cussin’. And if it’s too much, you tell me.” The promise slid under his skin and loosened something tight in his chest. The caress to Rhett’s balls, the fondling and—fuck—cupping took the torment to torture. “Tell me, cowboy, can you come from having your balls cradled? Shall we find out?”
Rhett panted, his mouth open to emit a series of gasps. He did like ball play, but he’d never had a girlfriend into it, or onewho he felt okay talking with about how much he got off on it. Olivia had tried, but their predictions weren’t compatible. That hook-up in Clayton, about a year ago—Jesus, he could hardly remember her name now.Hayley? Kayley?—had mouthed at them and squeezed them, but that had been nothing like this. This licking and sucking, that bathed them in tight, wet warmth.
Sparks ignited in him, the first signs of the fire wanting to kindle, to engulf his body in the flames of climax. Which was when Casey stopped.
“Uh-uh,” he reproved, before Rhett could howl in frustration, as if he were the animal of the two of them. “I want to see you take yourself to the edge. Can you do that for me?”
Understanding, or so he thought, Rhett stroked his erect cock faster.
“Uh, cowboy?” Casey cautioned. “You’re gonna need more lube. Where d’you keep it?”
“It’s here.” Rhett didn’t have to reach far—it was under the other pillow.
Casey’s huffed laugh rippled over Rhett’s skin, raising gooseflesh. “Ah, the joy of no one cleaning—or raiding—your room.”
Rhett coated his hand in the thick gel and took his dick again.
“Show me how you do it. How you like it,” Casey coaxed, and Rhett did, working his cock hard with his dominant hand. It didn’t take long before, urged on by Casey’s soft praise and husked suggestions, Rhett’s legs were bent, his heels almost grinding holes in the mattress as he fucked his hand fast and furious. He’d been gasping before but was moaning now.
“Stop.” Casey accompanied the order with what felt like his hand making a tight band around the base of Rhett’s cock. “This isn’t all I want to see. You like ass play too, so tell me how you do it.”
“My fingers,” Rhett panted. “I ride my fingers.” This time he didn’t wait for Casey to instruct him. He made sure his hand was still slick with lube—to which pre-cum was now added—and crept his fingertips down his taint to his hole. The lewd shame he felt sharing such a private act with Casey—showing Casey. Performing for Casey—added to the erotic charge.
Casey moaned along with him as Rhett pushed two slicked fingers as deep as he could, loving the slight burn at his entrance. “Gonna make you writhe,” he told Rhett, seconds before extra fingers joined his, working his straining dick.Casey’s.“Take your pleasure, boy. You earned it.”
“Yes,” Rhett hissed. “Casey, I need to come.”
“I know,” Casey soothed. “I know. Come for me, babe. Come all over my fingers.”
Rhett struggled, just for a few seconds, at the pressure at his hole, at the extra thickness forcing its way inside him, then understood—Casey had slid a finger in between Rhett’s, was penetrating him, making him take the wider girth that was testing him…
“Two fingers, actually,” came that wicked drawl. “But don’t fret—I’m sure your toys are bigger. Oh, I can’t wait to see your hole clenching around a dildo or a vibe, to see that sweet pucker of yours stretched out. We’ll soon get you ready and trained up for my cock—”
Screaming, Rhett came, his body arching high off the bed, his cum erupting from the head of his dick as far as his chin. His head rang and his whole body shook from the intensity of his climax. It took a long time before he came back to himself enough to slip his fingers from the clutch of his channel and he collapsed, lying pleasured and drained. “Casey,” he whispered through dry lips.
Casey, sitting on his own bed, his own spent dick in his hand, heard…and saw, the most beautiful sight of his life. Rhett, fucked out, flushed, moaning his name, and covered in cum and with Casey’s bite mark on the side of his neck. Casey filled his eyes with the beauty and took in a deep sniff of Rhett’s scent, that outdoor pulse of fresh wind and worn leather now holding notes of Casey’s own citrus spice.
Well, it would. As Casey had thought, and now knew, and as Rhett must now understand, Rhett was his destined mate.
Chapter Thirteen
Casey looked around at the damage to the Ben’s autoshop without really taking it in, his thoughts full of that sexy yet stubborn-assed rancher, Rhett Tucker.Why the hell did I agree to leave him alone like that?
